(November 12, 2012)
One More Dance
My dear,
Give me your
hand,
Let me lead
you through
Our waltz
one more time.
Come,
The band is
waiting.
When my life
is ending,
I will dance
with you
One more
time
In honor of
our union
In the
candle light.
Smile on
your face,
Your grace
is my bliss.
How could I
live
A different
life?
Remember
that birthday party
You hosted
for me?
Remember
that little girl
Tottering
and giggling,
And striding
into youth?
But still, she departed us
To have her own life.
My dear,
I ask for
your hand,
One more
time.
Come,
The band is
waiting.
Forgive my
stumbling steps.
I am still
adjusting
My breath
To look
closely at your face.
The beauty
of your face
Is the only
pearl
I have ever
had.
Forgive my
language.
It is not
enough to use.
When your
life is also close
To its end,
You look as
stunning
As you were
Decades ago.
Your gaze is
still
As deep as
I can hardly
seize.
Remember, my
dear,
Our wedding
dance?
You were
nineteen,
I was twenty.
My eyes
could not
Leave your
face.
My hands grabbed
Tightly
around your waist.
Our breath
Exhaled into
Our mouths.
Our hands
wetted
With our
tears.
With eyes
around us,
With stars
above us,
With vows
binding us,
We started
our first
Wedding dance,
Feet in one
direction.
Left.
Left, right,
left.
One, two, three,
left.
Laughter
around us,
Wine without
us,
Our hearts
melted
For us.
One, two,
three.
Left.
One, two,
three,
We eloped.
Remember
that,
My dear?
We eloped
From our own
wedding.
Can you
believe it
Now?
Up we ran
To our
wedding chamber
On the sixth
floor.
Melodies in
our heads,
I folded
your eyes
With my
hand.
Your feet
were on mine.
Your body
was in my arm.
Sweat on
your neck
Tasted
sweet.
I took off
my right hand,
And asked
you
To open your
eyes.
You turned your head around
With a
voluptuous look,
Exposing
your swan neck.
Your feet on
mine,
Your hands
in mine,
Trot, trot,
trot,
We trotted
The final
steps into
Our new
life.
I still
remember
The final
trembling
At the far
end of your hair
Following
the toxic swirling
Of your
head.
My dear,
Our steps
are not as nimble
As before.
But let me
lead you
Through this
waltz
We call our
own
One more
time.
You are
still my
Nineteen
year old bride,
My only
bride.
So let’s
dance.
One last
time.
At the end
of the road,
I will see
that brilliant sunset
In the west.
My dear,
You will
feel my heart
With you
When I am no
more.
But before
that,
Let’s dance
one more time
In
commemoration
Of our
marriage.
Without you,
I have never
been.
Your hands
in mine,
Your feet
following mine,
One more
waltz,
We will meet
again.
I promise.
